Before he could get close, Zhang Xiaohua raised his hand, and the little sword flew up with a "whoosh", as if it had a spirit of its own. It slanted and stabbed into the rapidly fading orange-red radiance.
He saw that the radiance first dimmed, then brightened, even dazzling Zhang Xiaohua, making him squint his eyes. His divine sense was greatly shocked, and the little sword suddenly bounced back, almost losing control.
"How come this prohibition doesn't even fear the little sword? I remember using this little sword to break the prohibition of that box in the Book Pavilion of the Piaomiao Sect in the very beginning."
